“Wait!”
She stopped, and turned around, hastily packed bag under her
arm, her eyes cold, her lips pursed.
“You honestly think there’s anything you can say at this
point? Some magic words to make me forget all my pain, to make me love you all
over again?”
I took a breath, and then made the gesture the old wizard
had told me.
“Not words, but movements, to make you love me once more.”
She stood, frozen, then put down the bag. She walked over to
me, taking my hands in hers.
“Wrong middle finger placement.”
She broke it, then left.
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